Chapter 91

The Broken Past

Chi raised her hand, and flames burst forth between her fair fingers like fireworks.

With a flip, the sparks of fire transformed into a shower of golden rain, which poured down on the sulking Qing.

The bright firelight only caused a slight warmth on her face, but the beautiful, scattered points of light ultimately attracted Qing's attention.

She turned her head, her blue eyes filled with firelight, a beautiful and captivating color.

Chi asked her, "Do you like it?"

Qing did not reply.

Chi looked into her eyes and asked again, "Are you still angry?"

Qing simply pursed her lips and said, "Oh."

You know you're angry, yet you still ask.

Chi sighed, took her hand, and walked towards the street, sparks flying around Qing as they went.

Qing's pale eyes were irresistibly drawn in, and her feet moved forward purely on instinct.

Chi comforted her, "Let's go, let's go and rest."

"......oh."

Qing pouted.

childish.

—

Snap, snap—

Snap!

The sound of dripping water echoed and lingered in the open space.

The water was confined by an invisible force, and soon it overflowed from the "container," and a girl with fair skin as delicate as a porcelain doll slowly floated out of the water.

She looked no more than twelve or thirteen years old, an age when parents are strict and troubled by school, yet her slender wrists were covered with gaping wounds.

It seemed to be expressing something directly.

Such a scenario is highly deceptive, and the deceived world will assume it is a naive suicide by a young girl, but that is not the case.

It was a non-human entity from beyond this world, carrying a chilling black mist, its swords gleaming with a cold light, revealing its danger and ferocity.

The girl's body was riddled with wounds, but her soul remained perfect. She was the Creator's first child, and also the most beloved child.

Even in death, her posture retained a unique charm, like a noble lady in an oil painting, displaying her passing in the most elegant manner.

The water rose slowly. Whether it was because the water was released too quickly or because the girl herself slid down, the water was over her head. It squeezed into her body without hesitation from every possible place, and the glaring blood gradually spread from her wrists.

It's like a decadent flower, blooming on death.

It also signifies the end of life.

The bloodline spread, crookedly approaching, and then brushed past it in an instant.

The world mourns, grieving for the traveler's life and grieving for the suffering they have endured.

Silvery light cascaded down like a waterfall, the viscous color swirling in the mist, water droplets slowly rotating, enveloping the departed girl and offering her final blessings.

【please--】

The words vanished into nothingness.

"My lord?"

What?

"My lord, it's time to get up."

Who is it...?

"It's yogurt today, get up quickly!"

"I'm awake!"

Today, the Saniwa, whose mind was distracted by yogurt, reflexively sprang out of bed and struggled to get up and open the door.

"yogurt!"

Looking at the sleepy Saniwa in front of him, Ran Toushirou tried hard to suppress his laughter: "Yes, today's is yogurt."

"My lord, please hurry up and wash up, everything is ready."

Fuyuki nodded slowly: "...Mm."

Dongshu realized she was getting a little excited, but she was still somewhat out of it. She slowly began to tidy herself up.

White foam spilled from her mouth, and Dongshu paused in her brushing. She looked at the person in the mirror, suddenly feeling a little dazed.

She observed the familiar features in the mirror and vaguely discerned some clues.

It seems we're almost there.

She's almost grown up to look like she did when she "died."

She lowered her eyes and continued brushing her teeth.

She, a citizen of the land of flowers, died at the age of twelve.

The cause of death was the invasion of the Time Travel Army.

That world held on resiliently, and did not give up completely despite having no means of defense. I wonder what it is like now.

Dongshu rinsed his mouth absentmindedly, washing away the foam from his lips little by little.

It must still exist.

It's just that it has nothing to do with her anymore; the contract was completely broken when she left that world.

Her soul no longer bears the mark of that world, which is one of the reasons why she stayed in the space-time rift for so long despite her amnesia.

The original world is too far away, and they have no other marks on their bodies, so the rejected children can only wander.

Until another wandering spirit appeared.

Thinking of the boy tsukumogami in the snow, Fuyuki's mood couldn't help but brighten.

Honmaru, home.

Tsukumogami (spirits/ghosts), family members.

She likes it very much and hopes it will continue.

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Golden fingers gently poked Silver's cheek, and seeing the sunken skin, she exclaimed in surprise, "It's sunken in!"

Bai Yin grasped her fingers and nodded in agreement, saying, "Yes, it's dented."

Gold blinked, its innocent smile shining through: "Silver is absolutely gorgeous!"

Bai Yin looked at her kindly: "Yes, beautiful."

Silly child, we have the same face.

Golden, being rather silly, just clung to her side, clutching her sleeve tightly and muttering, "Golden, I like you."

She pouted pitifully again: "Lieutenant, how annoying."

Silver was very patient. "Ugh, how annoying."

Recently, Kokujoji Daikaku and Isana Yashiro have been hanging out together, trying to find a way to return the Silver King's soul to his original body, but so far it seems that the results are minimal.

Perhaps the King of Gold's philosophy is more useful to the King of Silver.

Words like "Let the original king take responsibility" were used to describe this.

In short, these are some things that are absolutely necessary to exist.

The two kings' clans also briefly stayed together; to put it more bluntly, the Silver Clan was freeloading off the Gold Clan! (Just kidding!)

These two old friends are also trying to influence each other.

The Silver Clan, which now only has two clans and is known as the White Rice Party, can be considered to have an independent armed force.

Yatogami Kuroh is a meticulous and straightforward person who is skilled in swordsmanship, physical combat, cooking, sewing, and other household chores. He can also pilot a helicopter.

The skills are diverse and vary greatly.

A very powerful clan.

The cat always refers to herself as "I" and hates wearing clothes. She usually appears in the form of a cat and is very attached to Isana Yashiro.

The abilities seem very diverse.

They were also a very powerful clan.

Even the small Silver Clan is full of hidden talents.

The Silver King is a monarch with extraordinary personal charisma.

But he is not only charming.

Silver lamented: "There's even a twisted sense of humor."

After regaining his memories, he became that familiar king again.

But it has nothing to do with her now. Yatogami Kuroh and Neko are adapting well to the Miyazaki Tower and are doing some interesting things, leading a fulfilling and meaningful life.

However, with the King of Gold busy at the moment, the poor little gold left behind can only rely on its own kind to dissipate its excess energy.

But she wasn't a brat at all; compared to the always annoying Woo-se, she was practically an angel!

Silver stroked Gold's hair with satisfaction, immersing himself in the joy of petting the golden retriever.

Gold looked up blankly and slowly protested, "Silver, your hair is getting messed up."

Silver was happily immersed in the stroking, coaxing, "It's okay, nothing will happen."

Golden Obedient: "Okay."

As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears, making her look incredibly pitiful, but her body remained obediently still.

Silver stopped.

I feel so guilty.

Baiyin looked at the golden head in front of him and couldn't help but rub it again.

Gold is like a sticky, fluffy, precious kitten.

When no one is around to bother her, she nestles obediently in Baiyin's arms and rubs against her. When she gets tired of playing, she slaps her away with her paws, then hugs her affectionately and makes soft, delicate noises.

Children are delicate and sensitive; they can't stand even the slightest grievance. The Golden Clan has mastered the precise art of soothing cats.

See, they've won them over again.

Seeing that he had temporarily lost his place, Baiyin touched the back of his head and sighed helplessly.

Her light-colored eyes were full of smiles.

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On the other side, butterflies scattered with luminous powder were almost transparent in the "sunlight." Dresden followed the direction of the butterflies, walking through the long corridor until he reached the end.

The luminous humanoid creature stopped and looked at where the butterfly had landed. Its fingers curled slightly, and the owner of the fingers smiled at the butterfly, its eyes full of tenderness.

Dresden brushed aside the ribbons of wind that had formed around his face, a hint of helplessness on his expression: "Colorless...right?"

Its voice paused, as if uncertain.

After all, this colorless creature, if it didn't possess its own power, wouldn't resemble anything else.

Wu Se calmly replied, "It's me."

She looked at her current appearance and returned to her original form.

Dresden frowned: "You want to do this? You want to conform to prophesied history, or rather, the future?"

The colorless man shook his head: "Whether it's history or the future, it has nothing to do with me."

She looked directly at Dresden: "Isn't this what you want? You want to become like that, so as a friend, isn't it good that I'm here to help you?"

Wu Se was genuinely puzzled by this.

She didn't understand. Wasn't what she was doing the result Dresden wanted to achieve?